I didn't see Emma on Saturday or Sunday. Only half a year ago that would have been unheard of and I felt a dull ache, a sense of loss. But it couldn't...be helped. That I had saved her from being raped was obvious, but she did not seem to appreciate my effort, and besides I could not watch over her always. I nevertheless made a point of being in evidence during all the breaks on Monday. I was not the only high school boy in the middle school area as that was also 'hunting ground' for the Pedo. Unoccupied for at least fifty years, hardly anyone left could even remember anyone ever having lived there, and when the wind would blow, strange sounds echoed from the holes and cracks in the tired old walls, which was just about enough to discourage even the bravest k** to go to poking around the place. It was a lucky thing too, because what was lurking in that dank basement was as close to the devil incarnate as you could find on earth! On a old solid oak table lay a figure that appeared to. . I mean.”She spins around and slaps his chest playfully. “I’m kidding. I don’t mind you looking or even touching, you know that, because...”“ ... I’ll always come home to you,” he finishes for her.“Right.”“I know I’d like nothing more than fuck you right here and now,” he says grinning at her like a shark. “But how about we do dinner?”“I thought you’d never ask,” she says as she steps away and pulls out the rest of the clothes she bought. “That’s why I had to rest of the outfit you bought me. She'd never heard her best friends talk about anything with this level of certainty before. Doubts quickly began to embed themselves in her mind about what they were even entrusting her with so strongly but as she turned to grab his hand, the looks on their faces convinced her not to question it and she headed out the door with him.They shortly arrived at her house and made their way to the living room. She was around 5ft tall and he stood at least a foot taller than that on most days, but.